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AUNT POUISAS 


HOLIDAY GUEST. 


COMPRISING 


HECT@R THE DGG. 
HOME FO@R THE HOLIDAYS. 


DAME TROT AND HER CAT. 
GO@D CHILDREN. 





WITH 


TWENTY-FOUR PAGES, OF ILLUSTRATIONS, 


PRINTED IN COLOURS BY KRONHEIM. 





LONDON: 
PREDERICR WARNE AND  C@., 


BEDFORD STREET, STRAND. 


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PREPACE. 








GAIN the Publishers offer a new Picture 
Book to their little friends. The story 


of Dame Trot.and her Cat is revived with 





entertaining Pictures; and, in Good Children, 
kindness to the afflicted is the subject. Hector 
the Dog shows his brave adventures on the 


mountains; and Home for the Holidays is 





what all good boys and girls hope for, in order 
that they may enjoy in quiet “Aunt Louisa’s 
Holiday Guest.” 


Bedford Street Covent Garden, W.C. 
































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Dame Trot hurried home with this 
beautiful cat; | 

Went upstairs to take off her cieak 
and her hat; 

And when she came down was as- 
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“Oh, what @ Ssuralige eatl”: btheougni 
poor little Dame Trot, 

“She’ll break my best china and up- 
set the pot!” 

But no harm befell them: the velvety 
paws 

Were quite sure; the Dame for alarm 

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Next morning when little Dame Trot 
. Came downstairs 


To attend, as usual, to household 


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DAME TROT AND HER CAT. 


The tea stood to draw, and the toast 
was done brown, 

The Dame very pleased to her break- 
fast sat down ; | 

While Puss by her side on an arm- 
chair sary up 

And lapp’d her warm milk iIroma 
nice china Cup. 


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Now Spot, the old house-dog, looked 
Onin amaze, 

PHie’d never been Used abo SMC elie: 
cattish ways; 

But Puss mew’d so sweetly, and 
moved with such grace, 

That Spot at last liked her, and licked 
her white face. 

The Dame went:to market and left 
them alone, 

Puss washing her face, the dog pick- 
ing a bone : 

But when she came back Spot was 
learning to dance 

From Pussy, who once had had les- 
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Poor little Dame Trot had no money 
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And only too often her cupboard was 
bare; | 
Then kind Mrs. Pussy would catch. 

a nice fish, | 
And serve it for dinner upon a clean 
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The rats and the mice, who wished 
Pussy to please, 

Were now never seer at the butter 
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The Dame daily found. phat their 
numbers grew thinner, | 

For Puss’ ate a mouse every day 10F . 
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If Puss had a weakness, I needs must 
confess : | 
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/Her greatest desire a high chignon 


and hat, | 
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Puss éressed herself up as he 
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Met this oe couple eutside her 
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Dressed up ina cleak and achignen 


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Now Spet, whe to welcome his mis- | 
tress desired, : 


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Jumped up te fawn en her,—and dewn 
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“@h. Puss!” said Dame Treat, “whata 
very sad mess! 


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And his deg ceuld run ne mere. 


.The sun was shining bright and clear,» 


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. The rich ripe grapes were hanging 
near, | 
But he perceived net ene. 


Kind little Mary saw him come, 
And se did Jehn, her brether;: 

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And whilst she went fer feed in haste—v 
Fer her heart was warm and kind— : 
The children to the parleur raced, 


Their dear Aunt Jane te find. 


And eried, “There is an eld blind man 
@utside the cettage deer. 
Mether will give him all she can / 


She always helps the poor. . 


'“He’s sadly tired, Aunt, I’m afraid 


His deg can scarcely crawl. 


May he sit down, please, where the! 

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Gave te the child’s request: of 

And gladly little Mary went y 
Te seat the aged guest. 


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With a bow! ef milk and bread, Ae 
And Rever’s ears were beth prea 


When he heard her gentle tread. ”* 


He watched the bewl with wistful 
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And, plain as leeks ceuld speak,’ 


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Then John brought eut some whele- 
seme feed— 
He was a genereus bey,— 
It really seemed te de him geed 


‘Te see peer Rever’s jey. 


The blind eld man was very glad 


VWvhen his deg received his share; 


X Full fervently he blessed the lad, 


And thanked kind Mary’s care. 


He sate and chatted ef the past: 


He had an enly sen, 


Whose fate in distant lands was cast, 


Where glery he had wen. 
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THE GOOD CHILDREN. 


Peer seldier lad! but since they met — 
Years their swift course had flown, 
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Was to his sire unknown. 




















Just as he rese up te depart, 
A seldier tewards them came, — 
Whese bright red coat shone won- 
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Fle asked the children if they knew. 
Of one named Robert Dunne. 





The blind man turned, he Knew the 
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Had now returned, of his old age 
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Their peer blind friend te see: 


His face was raised tewardsthe skies, v | 


While the seldier bent the knee. 


A blessing en them all he prayed 
Might be shewered from ab@ve. 
“And may yeu, kind, good children 
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‘THE little inn of Martigny 
Had but few guests on Christmas 


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| i) For men*at home made festive cheer, 


But near the door a trav ller stood, 
Who with his host had earnest talk, 


With knapsack girt and staff in hand, 


Man loves the dog, the dog loves man: 
The dog is trusty, strong, and brave, 

And God has on the dog bestowed 

The power and will man’s life to save. 


| And cared not household joys to leave. | 





All ready for a mountain walk. 


Dark clouds are flitting o’er the sky ; 


“ Nay, stay to-night; the way is long; | 
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I hear the raven’s warning cry. 




















And often has the tale been told, 
How, borne along in eager strife, 

| | While struggling hard to rescue man, 

| The noble dog has lost his life. 


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“ Come, friend, give up thy toilsome walk, 
And spend thy Christmas with us 
here.” | 


| The landlord spoke with kindly voice, 


Himself a well-train’d mountaineer. 


“ Nay, press me not,” the man replied; 
“I must get home by Christmas Day. 


|“ The mountain-pass I know right well, 


Its hoary peaks and boulders gray. 


“Ten years ago I left my home 
My fortune in the world to seek: 

It seems to me a long, long time 
Since last I saw these mountains bleak. 




















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“T promised them that, come what might, | His father with his silver hair, 

‘IT would be home on Christmas Day ; His mother with her kind blue eyes, 
So farewell; may Gon’s blessing be His sisters, little playmates once,— 
With me along my toilsome way.” Would he their faces recognize? 


Colder and colder blew the wind, 
It whistled up the mountain-pass ; 
The blinding snow-storm flew before: 


In the fast-fading evening light 
He then pursued his lonely road, 
Onward and upward through the snow, 
Leaving behind him man’s abode. The ice was slippery as glass. 
Onward he went, but cautiously : 
‘Surely I have not missd my way? 
The night grows dark, ’t is piercing cold: 


Can I hold on till dawn of day?” 


Above him rose the snowy peaks, 
Still glowing white against the sky, 
And many a crevasse, deep and wide, 


Around his path he could descry. 


And still he battled with the storm, 
‘That every moment fiercer grew, 


Upward and onward still he toil’d, 
His heart was beating loud and fast: 
He'd reach his own dear fatherland, 
Danger and toil were well-nigh past. 


And stronger came the dreadful thought 
‘That he the way no longer knew. 


He long’d to hear his father’s voice, _ And now his strength is ebbing fast; 
His mother’s kiss once more to feel, | His head is sinking on his breast. 
And in the quiet restful home, | Oh! could he in that fearful storm 


With them once more in prayer to kneel. But find some shelter, gain some rest! 





He long’'d to spread before their gaze | Happy for him that at that time, 
The honest gains of many a year, Alone upon the mountain-side, 

Farnd with hard toil for those he lov’d, | He knew that to his Father's love 
And guarded with a jealous care. His life or death he might confide. 


























The eddying snow-wreath whirl’daround, | Nor men alone composed the group: 
Snow hid the path, snow fill'd the air. Four dogs, of pure St. Bernard blood, 

He fell unconscious to the ground, Or slept unconscious on the hearth, 
The object of a Father's care. Or by their masters proudly stood; 


Above the smooth white-sheeted snow | Calm, lofty, steadfast, great, and strong, 


The convent-walls rose dark and high, A picture of the mountains round ; 
And bright the clear, cold stars look’d | Both dogs and masters in one tie 
down Of kindly brotherhood fast bound. 


From out the wind-swept winter sky. 


What was their life ? had selfish aim 


The stately shadows, broad and dark, Enticed them to this lonely spot, 
Lay stretch’d along the mountain-side, | Life’s toil and burden to escape, 
And through the narrowwindowsgleamd.| Its battle-field to enter not? 


The blazing logs of Christmas-tide. | 
No, surely; not in sinful ease 


It was the holy Christmas Eve, The daily life of each was spent, 
When joyin Christian homes should be, | But to fight hand in hand with Death 
And in this lonely monast'ry Each nerve was strain’d, each powr 

Was friendly talk and quiet glee. was bent. 
And truly none deserved it more For here, amongst the snow and ice, 
Than these lone men of lowly mind, The everlasting winter cold, 
Who, in their Master's steps to tread, | Full many a weary traveller 


Had left the pleasant world behind. Had died unknown since days of old. 


That was a scene for painter’s art, And so to seek and save the lost 
Those men so calm, so free from strife,|_ | These men and dogs were living here; 
Who bore upon each rugged face Bravely they daily risk’d their lives, 


The impress of a noble life. Nor eer gave way to thought of fear. 




















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Vespers are over. In the hall “Full sure, I guess,” said Brother Ralph, 
Themonksaregather’'d round theboard| “Some traveller is out to-night, 

To celebrate the joyful feast And sure I am that for his life 
With the best cheer their stores afford.| With stormand snowhe'll have to fight. 


The noble dogs are feasting now, « And if but once he miss the path 
Fed with kind hands and loving care, | Hard by the precipice which winds, 


for if they share their masters’ toils, | A fearful sight ’t will be for him 
Their joys and feasts they also share. The mangled traveller that finds. 


“ Brethren and friends,” the Prior said, | “ But, see, the dogs are on the track: 
-“ The night grows wild, the storm gets} See how with one consent they go; 
high, | They ve turned the point, they re out of 
The dogs are restless ; some must go, sight : 
If help is needed, to be nigh. And, hark! that baying down below!” 


“This night we ‘ll sing our hymn to Gop The monks rush on with breathless speed, 
With shepherds and the angelic host ; All on the strain, no word they say ; 
But you will praise whilst yet you serve, But as they breast the storm-blasts rage, 


And by the serving praise Him most.” With silent earnestness they pray. 
So, taking hatchets, torches, ropes, They turn the point, and down below 
The monks and dogs together went ; The eager, striving dogs they see, 
They make towards the mountain-pass, | All on a narrow ledge that hangs 

And soon the dogs are on a scent. Projecting o'er the icy sea. 


Smelling and sniffing through the storm, | There’s one way down, but e’en in light, 
Their noble heads bent to the snow, When all is calm, on summer's day, 

Close follow’d by the stalwart monks, While in pursuit of mountain goat, 
They bravely up the mountain go. The hunter dreads that dizzy way. 


















































The brothers pause, and peering down, | Anxious and eager rush the dogs 


Each grasps the other as he stands ; To where a face of hopeful glow 
The noble hounds will do till death And firm resolve, in death-like swoon, 
What their life-saving law commands.| Peers upward from the open‘d snow. 


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First one and then the other down dogs could do these dogs have done; 
Man’s skill and care must do the rest ; 


That fearful ing 
at fearful steep, with shuddering And sooner far than could be thought 


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They creep, they cringe, they bound, they 
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P ioe No sooner had they shown the man, 
Then, darting off with eager haste, 

The snow-slip takes a happy turn, The hounds to farther distance ran. 


And lands them on the icy sea, 
And sharp glad barkings upward send 
The tidings of their victory. 


Hector they seek with whine and cries; 
They scratch the appalling mound of 
snow, 
: Which, loosen’d from the mountain-side, 
And thanks to Gop! the storm 1s past, sate 
Had swept them with it down below. 
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Poor Hector holds entombed below. 
They reach at length the sea of ice, 
Three dogs come bounding to their Alas! poor Hector! Gone for him 
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The fourth, brave Hector, where was he | Where to lead men from height to height 
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Gone the sweet smell of pine-clad hill, | Then on with heavy hearts and slow 
The bright blue sky, the sunny slope,|_ They bear with toil the rescued man, 


The torrent’s roar, the eagle's cry, Mounting still upward to the height 
The foes with which he used to cope. | Fromwhence their steep descent began. 

For winter oft would send the wolf | And slow, and hanging low their heads, 
To prowl among the flocks below, As if oppress'd by sense of shame 

And oft the bear would seek the herds | Mingled with grief, the noble hounds 
That shudder’d on their path of snow.| In silence to the convent came. 

Then mighty courage filled the heart There watchful care attends the couch 
Of Hector, bravest of the brave, Where rests the traveller return’d, 


And forth he rushed with eager haste | And swift feet carry to his home 
The trembling flocks and herds to} Good news from one they might have 
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The dog has met a hero's end! | And still he toil’d in life's rough way, 
With deep-drawn sigh the brethren mourn With thankful praise he joined in thought 


Their mute companion and their friend. Hector, the dog, and Christmas Day. 








HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS. 

















HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS 


HOME for the Holidays, here we go: 
| Bless me, the train is exceedingly 
Slow ! 

Pray, Mr. Engineer, get up your steam, 

ANG leleus be olf with a puff and = 
scream ! 

We Nave two long hours to travel, 
you say; 

Come, Mr. Engineer, gallop away! 

I'wo hours more! why, the sun will 
be down 

Before we reach dear old London 
town ! 

And then, what a number of fathers 
and mothers, 

And uncles and aunts, and sisters and 
brothers, 


Will be there to meet, us—oh!] do make 
haste, | | 

Por lm sure Mr. Guard, we have no 
time to waste! 


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Thank goodness, we shant have to 
study and stammer , 

Over Latin and sums, and that nasty 
Prencm Orammar: 

Lectures, and classes, and lessons are 
done, 

And now we'll have nothing but frolic 
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Horne for the Holidays, here we go: 

But this Fast train is really exceed- 
ingly slow! 


We shall have sport when Christmas 
comes, 

When “snap-dragon” burns our fin- 
gers and thumbs: 

Weill hang mistletoe over our dear 
little cousins, 

And pull them beneath it and kiss 
Wien. by dozens: 


We shall have games at “Blind Man’s 
Bult,’ 


Anda noise and laughter and romping 
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WOME POR TARE HOLIDAYS. 


We'll crown the plum-pudding with 
bunches of bay, 

And roast all the chestnuts that come 

Im OUr Way. 

And when ‘Twelfth Night falls we'll 
Wave such a cake =| 

Tnat as We stand round i. the table 
Shall quake. 

We'll draw “King and Queen,” and be 
happy together, 

And dance old “Sir Roger” with hearts 
like a feather. 

Home for the Holidays, here we go! 

But this Fast train is really exceed- 
ingly slow! 


And we’llgoand see ee ae Swon- 
derful feats, 

Changing by magic whatever he 
meets; 

And Columbine too, with her beautiful 
tripping; 

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And letting off crackers in Pantaloon’s 
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ihe Norses that danced, too, last year 
in the ring; | 

We remember the tune, 1t was sweet 
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And their tails and their manes, and 
their sleek coats so bright; | 

Some cream and some piebald, some 
black and some white ; 

And how Mr. Merryman made us all 
shout 

When he fell from the horse and went 
rolling about. 

We’ll be sure to go there—’tis such 
capital fun, 

And wewon't stiraninch bilktis every 
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One might see him for ever and laugh 
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HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS. 


With his little dog Toby, so clever and 
Wise, 

And poor Mrs. Judy, with tears in her 
eyes; 

With the Constable taking him off to 
Lhe par, 

And the gentleman, talking «his 
“Shalla-balla;” 

With the flourishing Shick Lhav 
knocks all of them down, 

For Punch’s delight is in breaking a 
crown. 


Home for the Holidays! here we go. 

But really this train 1S exceedingly 
Slow ; 

Yet stay! I declare here is London at 
last; 

The Park is right over the tunnel just 
past. 

HuZza, huzza! lean see my papa ! 

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And, Fred, there’s your brother! look 
look ! there he stands! 

They see us! they seeus I they ’rewav- 
ing their hands! 

Why don't the train stop? what are 
they about ? : 

Now, now, 1b is steady,—oh! pray let 
us out! | 

A cheer for old Londom a skiss [or 
mamma, | 

We're home for the holidays. Now, 
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